He was in the same mindset. Years didn't take away for immortals, like they did mortals, so... he was still into games when he was approaching two hundred. Of course, he was male, and men tended to put up with a lot more drama than women, especially if it meant they were going to get laid. In your youth, your penis really did control most of your thinking, and behavior. It wasn't until a bit of maturity set in, that you started to allow your brain to do a bit more of the guiding. Of course, maturity didn't always mean that you were going to settle in for a romance with just anyone. There had been a few great loves in his life time. But, there had been more one night stands, than anything else. Wes felt that he was finally passed all of that. It'd finally reached a point, where it destroyed his life. Now here he was, trying to rebuild it, and he didn't want anything fucking that up. Including himself.
Having lived in Vegas for so long, you became used to seeing the show girls in the flashy, high priced outfits. One's that would completely knock your socks off. Piper had brought a lot of her work clothing home, and once you saw how those things shaped a woman's body, you really couldn't go back to the cheap-o stuff. Besides, usually the stuff that cost a pretty penny, tended to last a lot longer. Which was always a plus, especially if you liked it. Besides, women couldn't always start out naked, so having that bit of gift wrap to undo was nice. Anorexic stick figures were not sexy, no. He preferred curves, but that didn't mean he hadn't seen a few thin girls that were packing the sexy too. Same with women packing a few extra pounds. More often than not, it was all about confidence, and attitude.
Flavor experimentation could be fun. They'd had a whole evening of chocolate body painting. Which you really, really, really could not beat. After all the licking, you got to shower! What wasn't great about that? Food in bed usually always meant a double feature, so, unless it was just too freaky for words, he was down. "Don't be afraid to get friendly, doll." He told the dancer, as she moved before them, leaning over Cat, while her hands gripped the booth back behind them. He grinned to himself, his lips pursing as he blew lightly against the skin of her neck. Brushing away a bit of stray hair, before his lips began to brushing against the side of her neck.